Ivernia
Establishing Nation
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2012
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- Location
- Meath, Ireland
- Capital
- Royal City Caladbolg
- Nick
- Pádraig
This is actually the third part of this story, and the first two parts are back in
The Ivernish has spread beyond the borders of the Ivernish Himyari Commonwealth. meeting with various of the tribes beyond the line. Searching for a tribe amicable enough to talk with the High Kingdom and ambitious enough to stake a claim in those lands. These needs brought the Ivernish to the tribe of the Ashari. Through the wet and hot rainforest the Ivernish reach out For land, for gold, for the High Kingdom.
The crate was brought out into the clearing. A meeting place between the Ashari and the Ivernish, it was frugally equipped. A table, some chairs - there was not much that could be brought out this far into the rain forest.
Conan's men slammed the crate down on the table.
''Commander O'Branagain's finest of course''
Conan pulled the lid of the crate, and threw it to the ground. It made a soft thud when it hit the undergrowth.
He looked up at the Ashari Chief, who was inspecting the rifles in the crate.
''You know how to use rifles, yea? These are Ivernish made, they're some of the best in the world, they are''
They are almost the worst, Conan thought to himself. Even the Ivernish military buys Franconian. Good enough for these barbarians though.
The Ashari muttered to his translator, who then attempted to talk to Conan in his best Ivernish.
''The guns.. we are to try. We have... cautiousness upon us. Allow us to try.''
''Right right I get it, you want a trial eh? Fine we have a spot to fire them. Come on''
Conan mentioned to a path across the clearing. Two Ivernish soldiers picked up the crate and brought it to the edge as the chief with his men followed. Conan followed behind the chief with more troops.
The path led to another clearing. Clearing's were expensive to make in the jungle - the Ivernish had men with machete's cutting for three days to make this base to meet with the Ashari. Between the terrible hot wet heat and the insects and diseases, these clearings were uncommon.
The Ashari Chief handed the rifle to one of this men. After it was loaded and cocked, the Ashari aimed it at a hay bale across the way. Conan held his breath for just a second.
A resounding pattering and a flash of fire and the hay bales went up in clouds. The rifles worked, thank God. Looks like the sale is closed.
The Ashari were pleased, at least from what the Arms Dealer could see. They dropped a case in front of Conan.
As he opened it he gasped, it was gold ore. It started to rain again. The heavy rain on the clearing soaked them straight away. The soldiers rushed to cover the crates of rifles and ammunitions, but Conan couldn't close his chest. His eyes were transfixed.
''You there, translator! Tell the chief, that if he brings us more of this, or better yet, shows us where he gets this from. We'll give him more weapons. All the weapons he wants. We'll help him form his Kingdom.''
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. I'm continuing it here on a separate thread though as it forms into a specific story. The Ivernish has spread beyond the borders of the Ivernish Himyari Commonwealth. meeting with various of the tribes beyond the line. Searching for a tribe amicable enough to talk with the High Kingdom and ambitious enough to stake a claim in those lands. These needs brought the Ivernish to the tribe of the Ashari. Through the wet and hot rainforest the Ivernish reach out For land, for gold, for the High Kingdom.
The crate was brought out into the clearing. A meeting place between the Ashari and the Ivernish, it was frugally equipped. A table, some chairs - there was not much that could be brought out this far into the rain forest.
Conan's men slammed the crate down on the table.
''Commander O'Branagain's finest of course''
Conan pulled the lid of the crate, and threw it to the ground. It made a soft thud when it hit the undergrowth.
He looked up at the Ashari Chief, who was inspecting the rifles in the crate.
''You know how to use rifles, yea? These are Ivernish made, they're some of the best in the world, they are''
They are almost the worst, Conan thought to himself. Even the Ivernish military buys Franconian. Good enough for these barbarians though.
The Ashari muttered to his translator, who then attempted to talk to Conan in his best Ivernish.
''The guns.. we are to try. We have... cautiousness upon us. Allow us to try.''
''Right right I get it, you want a trial eh? Fine we have a spot to fire them. Come on''
Conan mentioned to a path across the clearing. Two Ivernish soldiers picked up the crate and brought it to the edge as the chief with his men followed. Conan followed behind the chief with more troops.
The path led to another clearing. Clearing's were expensive to make in the jungle - the Ivernish had men with machete's cutting for three days to make this base to meet with the Ashari. Between the terrible hot wet heat and the insects and diseases, these clearings were uncommon.
The Ashari Chief handed the rifle to one of this men. After it was loaded and cocked, the Ashari aimed it at a hay bale across the way. Conan held his breath for just a second.
A resounding pattering and a flash of fire and the hay bales went up in clouds. The rifles worked, thank God. Looks like the sale is closed.
The Ashari were pleased, at least from what the Arms Dealer could see. They dropped a case in front of Conan.
As he opened it he gasped, it was gold ore. It started to rain again. The heavy rain on the clearing soaked them straight away. The soldiers rushed to cover the crates of rifles and ammunitions, but Conan couldn't close his chest. His eyes were transfixed.
''You there, translator! Tell the chief, that if he brings us more of this, or better yet, shows us where he gets this from. We'll give him more weapons. All the weapons he wants. We'll help him form his Kingdom.''